#fategambled

How sweet he is, supportive as always. Gentaro couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of guilt at what he would tell him next, but nonetheless his smile remains unfaltering - perfect in its coyness as he shelves the book back to its original spot, clearing his throat. “It’s an erotica novel depicting a sadomasochist relationship.” The words are spoken without skipping a beat, voice nonchalant as he continues - straightening and organizing his other titles all the while. “In other words, a rather explicit novel about BDSM.”

thanks i hate it !

--      There were few things that Jakurai had to do in this part of town -- close to the border of Shinjuku and Shibuya -- but nonetheless, they had to be done today. He couldn’t put it off any longer. 

     He had finished his business and was just about to go home as the sun began to set when something gave him pause. In fact, had Jakurai been paying attention to his phone or something else, he would have passed it -- no, him -- up entirely. 

     The doctor backtracks several steps, looking down upon the Fling Posse’s youngest member, dressed in nothing but his underwear and holding nothing but the Hypnosis Mic. 

Well he tried, he’ll give him credit for that. 

☆  A loud gasp— ! “ Diiiiicccce !” He flits about gesticulating wildly at the forming puddle indoors. “ No ! No ! Wait right here !” The sound of his steps patter away as quickly as the rain against the glass panes. Distant noises of paraphernalia clattering to the ground, before Ramuda appears again running towards his unexpected visitor with a pink fluffy towel in hand. On his tippy toes he slings it over the younger’s shoulders.